Apparently,

When Dad was doing a project somewhere in Australia (duh) and he saw an  old frail aboriginal lady laying down on the curb in the cold night so Dad gave her a blanket and a bowl of warm soup. Then these bunch of old men who were aboriginal and the son of the lady grabbed my Dad and drove my Dad into their land and were going to spear his leg for interfering in their tribal laws. It turns out the frail old lady was banished from their land.

But like what the hell, My Dad was helping an old lady and he was about to get a spear in his leg?

Thats just….I don’t even know what to say.

Not being racist here by the way, just telling a story my Dad told me o.e

Dad’s the racist one. Not Me.